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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Ghost of the Crystal - Part 5

"It's him!I can't let him take you, too!"She was terrified as she looked around the campsite."We need to run."

Tyrin shook his head."We might get separated.If it is the
Hunter, he'll have traps ready," he whispered, pulling his knife out.

"But we canna' just stay here and wait for an
attack," Jag-Ben said.

All of them were back to back now.Even Prril had wrapped herself around
Minn's shoulders and hissed at the darkness.The breathing grew louder.Kleo reached behind her and pulled at Jag-Ben's hairy arm.He turned to look at her, but saw that
she was pointing at the other side of the fire.

A tall, white figure slowly stepped into the
light.Most of his body was still
hidden behind trees and shrubs, but as he drew nearer, some of the plants pulled
their roots from the ground and scurried away from him.His face was an indistinct, pale blur
that focused around two large, black eyes and a broken line that was curled
into a smile.The more of him that
was exposed to the light, the clearer they could see him.His hunched body was easily twice as
tall as even the tallest gelfling and clad in rich furs and pelts that draped
in front of him.Even from this
distance, they could smell his putrid scent."Run, little ones," he said in a breathy voice.

They backed away from the specter.Tyrin took Morra's hand and she gripped
his firmly.With a grunt, Jag-Ben
stepped forward, putting himself between the Hunter and the others.

"Ye're not welcome here, spirit!" he
commanded in the strongest voice he could muster."Begone!"

The Hunter
chortled.A crossbow appeared from
behind his furs and aimed for Jag-Ben.With a melodic twang, an arrow took flight, but not from the Hunter. Minn had quickly fashioned his
instrument into a bow and was already preparing a second arrow as the first
zipped in the air straight for their foe.It struck the Hunter with a dull, wooden thwack.However, his
ethereal form had shifted to the side with grace and rapidity, so that what
looked like a solid hit one moment was revealed to be a miss.The arrow had only torn through his
furs and was lodged in a thick tree.

A bemused smile cracked along the thin line of the
Hunter's mouth."A
challenge?!" he called and turned his crossbow towards Minn instead.Prril hissed and, in a cloud of sand
and light, disappeared from Minn's shoulders.For a moment, she was little more than a beige streak along
the ground before jumping onto the Hunter's crossbow and latching her fangs
into his bony hand.A long, metal
bolt was released and buried itself into the ground harmlessly.

His shrill scream was the impetus the gelflings
needed."Go, I will draw him
off," Minn said with a quick jerk of his head.He ran towards the fire that lay between them and their foe.The Hunter grabbed Prril and tossed her
away, but the distraction gave Minn enough time to pull off his crystalweave
cloak and wave it in front of the fire.The resulting light that passed through the myriad crystals blinded the
Hunter.A second crossbow pushed
through his furs and launched another bolt, which struck the cloak and buried
itself in the fire.

"Minn is right.He is too strong ta fight," Jag-Ben said.He backed away with his thick, green arms
outspread, guiding the others into the darkness of the woods.

Kleo called out to Minn, but her pleas went unheeded.As Minn fired off another ill-fated arrow,
Jag-Ben pulled her away from the scene and into the underbrush.Warm light was replaced by cold
darkness. They ran, tripping over
roots and rocks.

"We need to gain some distance." Jag-Ben
called over his shoulder.He
ducked his head as the others shushed him.

"We won't get anywhere if we fall into a trap or
lead him to us," Tyrin whispered.

"Tyrin is right," Kleo said."We won't get anywhere if we
stumble into a trap, and I don't want Minn to be risking himself for
nothing."

"Then how do we the avoid traps?" Jag-Ben
asked.

Tyrin nodded gravely."Kleo, you live in caves.You can see in the dark, right?" he asked.

"Yes.It is the gift of my clan."She smiled and nodded, her dark hand taking Jag-Ben's."I will guide us," she said
softly.Tyrin held Jag-Ben's hand,
but when he looked around for Morra, she was gone.

"Have you seen Morra?" he whispered.Kleo only shook her head.

"Her people are good at hiding.Perhaps it is best if we let 'er be,"
Jag-Ben said.

Another loud cry came form the campfire, but it was
hard to tell who it came from."Let's go," Kleo whispered urgently and pulled them along in
the dark."We should be just
a few hours from the forest edge."

Good idea! I hope you enjoy them. There will be around 9 or 10 parts. I added a link in each to the previous and the following parts of the story, and a link back to the first on the most recent part. I hope this helps!